I found myself in a daze, in a rustic farmyard. A rustic farmyid was sitting on the stoop, whittling a confederate flag out of a shtik possum.

"C'mere, Yankee," the old  said to me. " I'm a-gonna show you Nadine. She's all I've got."

Not knowing why, I followed the alte cracker into his dingy kochalain. He unlocked the door to the , and, full of trepidation, I followed him down the rickety stairs.

The only light was a dim glow from the messy  behind us. The zany zaydeh pulled a chain, and a naked 25- watt bulb created a puddle of illumination, in the middle of which, I saw a chicken the size of a , fastened to a ring-bolt in the floor by means of a stout chain.

"Nadine" the old yold exclaimed. "She's a shtarker, isn't she?"

Nadine clucked menacingly.
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